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[top disclaimer - I saw yesterday's whumptober prompt of worked to exhaustion and remembered a bit of my xcom2 with qsmp characters playthrough I keep meaning to type up at least tidier notes for. I haven't yet, but this is a pair of scenes 47 pages in to my 90 pages of notes. Hopefully enough of this makes sense... TLDR: Mike was kidnapped, there's been 2 awful missions in a row where many people get hurt, etc. Warnings for major character injuries, though there are no graphic descriptions.]
It's been a two days since Bogota. If Philza never sees another sewer again, it will be far too soon. Tiny scabs from where the Spectre sent its bugs all through his body still cover every bit of skin, and the larger lazer burns remain bandaged tightly.
Fit is visiting, looking even more exhausted than Philza feels. He's brought snacks, and gossip, and will not go back to bed no matter how much Philza suggests it. It's not like Philza would be lonely - Missa and Roier's mission had also been a bit of a wreck, the entire team of six also in the medical ward for the immediate future at least. Chayanne, too, is about, the young boy currently curled up and asleep on the foot of Missa's bed.
Must be terrifying for the kid, to be rescued from hell only to see both new parents in the hospital in a few days of each other. For Bobby, too; Jaiden was also on the mission with Missa and Roier.
Still, Fit is here, so they make small talk. There's not a whole lot happening on the ship, but they can pretend.
The curtain lifts up, and Philza expects either Chayanne or the Doctor. Instead he sees Cellbit, looking about as close to passing out as Fit. His uniform is smart but his hair is a mess from running his hands through it too often, his face is near gaunt, and his fingers shake where they cling to his tablet.
"Fit, Philza." Cellbit nods to them both.
Philza's wave comes with a wince, Fit's salute with an "oi there what's up?"
"I'm really sorry to interrupt, but we need you for something. Fit, that is. We need Fit."
"What is it?" Fit groans as he tries to peer at Cellbit's clipboard.
The paperwork is hastily tucked away, "there's an opportunity that's come up. We need you to go undercover and get some research done."
"You're fucking joking," Philza immediately cuts in, one arm protectively covering the largest of his wounds, while the other grabs on to Fit. "Cellbit, we just got back from Bogota. You know how bad Bogota was. There's no way in hell this is safe. And everyone who was in Kaduna? Can't it wait a week"
Cellbit at least has the decency to look genuinely apologetic, "if there was another option…"
"What is it?" Fit removes Philza's arm from his own. "I'm not really in top condition; if you just need shit blowing up, Vegetta's a little better off."
"Can't it wait until tomorrow?" Philza asks. "At least then our armour upgrades will be done."
"Phil," Fit's voice drops a little.
Philza knows what being scolded for being overprotective sounds like, but Fit is his friend. His friend, who he dragged through hell, and has been dragged through hell by, and he trusts with his soul.
"It's Mike," Cellbit says, and that has both of them shut up. "We think we have a lead, but from the glimpses our contacts got during the transfer... It doesn't look good. Here."
Fit is handed a tablet, and shown whatever evidence the resistance has found.
"Fuck," Fit whispers the word, rubbing at his face. "There's nobody else?"
Philza is handed the tablet. It's a very short video clip, slightly corrupted. Still it's very clearly Mike, bloody and disorientated and still fighting as he's dragged from one transport van to another. He manages to bite a guard, and for it gets cracked over the head, goes limp and is tossed into the van.
He hands the tablet back, and tries not to think about the implications, or how they probably don't have as much time as this needs.
Instead he runs through the options: Jaiden and the team she took to Kaduna are back, but every one of them is in hospital with him. Forever, Tubbo, and Aypierre are needed on the ship. Mouse is still exhausted, even more dangerous for psi ops than the rest of them to push it. Cellbit himself still has one arm in a sling, and probably should not have left medical yet. A couple of other people, but most are too inexperienced to be sent out in just a duo for what will likely be a multi-week stealth operation. There's Baghera and Foolish, both experienced, but neither is much good at hacking. Which. Will probably be needed, to confirm which facility has Mike, and for how long.
There's Pac, of course, and Philza would put Pac on being the other half of the planned team. Ever since Mike was captured best part of two months ago, Pac has been on one ground mission - and there have been a lot of ground mission. The problem is, without Mike, Pac can be... Not volatile, volatile is Mike when Pac is critically injured and dying on the floor and Mike is too terrified to let anyone past to stabalise him, but reckless. Only with his own safety, but that's a problem itself.
Add in that Pac was /also/ on the mission in Bogota, still recovering from the sheer exhaustion of the test... Philza really wishes anyone else were available.
"There's Pac," Cellbit offers, also frowning. "He found out and wants in."
"If Pac's going, you need to go." The words taste like ash on Philza's tongue. "If it were not about Mike…"
Cellbit nods in agreement.
They can't keep Pac from going after Mike, and the purpose of a mission is impossible to keep secret for long with thirty-odd people crammed into one airship. Forever wouldn't be willing to, either. And to get Mike back but have lost Pac... They cannot do that either.
And Pac needs a stabalising hand with Mike gone, someone to keep him from shattering completely. There's a reason every mission he's been on since, Fit has been there. There's good reason, and everyone knows it.
Fit misses Mike like a limb, too, Philza knows.
Fit sigh, and stretches, and rubs his face, "I hate when you're right. Do I have time for a nap?"
"You leave in twenty minutes, but it's a long flight," Cellbit does seem apologetic, for all he runs his hands through his whitening hair. "The real problem is it's in Australia."
"Fucking hell," Fit groans. "They really didn't want us finding him, did they?"
"But we did," Cellbit reminds them, with a flash of his slightly too sharp teeth. "And they won't keep him. Once we have the coordinates, Forever'll send someone to help you get in and out."
Philza and Fit share a look. Fit looks like the exhaustion has seeped into his soul. It's a danger, going out in the field so tired. To himself, to others, to everyone.
But sometimes, he supposes, there really is no other choice.
Fit breaks eye contact first, "I'll kit up and be at the hanger in ten. Who's briefing us?"
"Not sure yet. Forever's still working out the details, so probably him?"
"A'ight," Fit turns to Philza. "See you later, big boy."
Philza rolls his eyes to mask his concern. "Just don't fall asleep on the job."
He gets flipped off; Philza laughs, and lets them leave.
Two weeks later, Pac and Fit come back - not someone joins them, they come back. They have Mike's location, and an entry point, and the head cracking didn't kill him, but he's being tortured and there's talk of disposing of him soon. Philza wishes that was the worst of it, though, he really does; most people's injuries have recovered so getting a team together won't take long. It's serious, but they can handle it. Hell, he'll voluenteer.
No, the worst of the report is that Pac gives it alone; Fit was rushed straight to medical as soon as they land. He is alive - conscious even - but the wounds are still severe.
Didn't hear a Viper coming, Pac says, was caught and constricted and had his rib cage crushed. And then used a grenade to force it to let go, dropping it at his own feet to force the alien to let go. Pac had been hacking at the time, getting the info they needed, and didn't notice anything until Fit was snatched from the door.
Fit didn't hear it, or so Pac says, too tired, too caught up in exhaustion to hear the threat until it was too late.
And Philza, Philza wishes he was surprised.
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bklily · 6 months
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Inside Out but its all the multiple variations of Adrichat
Bonus:
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What a weird guy, huh!
Part Two Here!!
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azurityarts · 2 months
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cat guitar
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tubbytarchia · 3 months
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The bloodied moon cried for you, but you only heard the stars The weeping moon then bled for you, but you only saw her scars
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fangirltothefullest · 4 months
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I don't care that you're of lower station
Or primed to sate my dark temptations
Why can't you understand?
Let me explain...
It feels SO good to have time off so I can have the inspiration to draw again. Anyways this song makes me think of Roman and I'm proud of this piece.
If you like it, please reblog it.
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ambient-arena · 2 months
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f1rst time i ever drew kiriona gaia, the saddest girl in the whole world and the specialest little prince in all of space
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jackshiccup · 7 months
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why won't you let me help you?
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malacandrax · 6 months
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"You need to leave"
Request- Feral Astarion protecting an injured Halsin.
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nell0-0 · 2 months
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Twilight, buddy, not sure how your wolf form would have helped against that, but you do you
A continuation of this that I just couldn't get outta my head
Wild is connecting some dots, oop-
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salamispots · 1 year
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c-cold ramen...
anyways if you ever go to daikokuya + it happens to be summer + you like wasabi their cold ramen is delicious
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beautifulcrayon · 3 months
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Brian: where am I???
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wormswurld · 4 months
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barry wasn’t fucking around. he was like “this is my man and i don’t play around! matter of fact *puts hand around his waist* he’s mine.” like girl we get it TRUST ME ain’t nobody taking away your jolly green giant lmao
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ionosphere-relay · 4 months
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latest low-effort stack of sergies
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navnae · 1 year
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This is eating me up inside, I genuinely want to know why is Steve so okay with putting himself down and everyone just thinks it’s fine? Like no one questions why he thinks so lowly of himself even though he’s done a lot to prove that he’s more than what the show let on. I think it’s weird how in a conversation he’ll slip in comments about himself that are negative. I also think it’s so gross that he can’t have a moment of confusion without being disrespected and I know it’s supposed to be funny but at a certain point someone should really ask “is Steve okay?” I can bet money that the answer won’t be yes.
I also want to add how come Eddie (someone who doesn’t even know Steve from a can of paint other than school) find something nice to say about him and not put him down. This also adds to my list why I think steddie is real but that’s for another time
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bubblytonks · 5 months
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they're in my head ahhhhh
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emry-stars-art · 4 months
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“Now do mers kiss or is this a little surprise nuzzle” i like to think they do both but the idea of them surprising each other with little nuzzles is so dear to me
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I think jellyneil does eventually learn how to control its sting but. Andrew you startled him 🥲
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